Mystic Masturbation

This is a true story that I have only told to a few select people. Maybe they will recognize it.

Years ago, back in the seventies I was exploring the vast canyons of Canyonlands National Park near Moab, Utah, where this story took place. The road I was on was/is known as the White Rim Trail.

I camped the first night at the junction of the Colorado and Green rivers. It was mid-July and it had been quite hot during the day but as it neared sundown it cooled off nicely. As I stood on the edge of the canyon looking down into Monument Basin with a warm breeze blowing I suddenly got this overwhelming urge to remove my clothes. I cannot describe the wonderful feeling I had standing there naked in the soft sunset and warm wind looking down into a canyon that has taken millions of years to form.

Something about it caused my cock to become hard and I began to stroke it in my usual way (I hold my cock when I jack off much like you would hold a pencil). I wasn't thinking about a beautiful woman as I stood there jacking off but was thinking about all the history of the world and the evolution of man and there was a mystic or spiritual connection made at that time and awesome place. The warm sun and light wind on my bare skin took me back in time eons ago. When I shot off my load the wind took it out into the vast space of the canyon and I had this mystic sensation of fully joining with this land, that I was now and forever a part of this Earth and not merely just a visitor.